I also have the mug with the oversexed bunnies. My neighbor found it at a thrift shop and gave it to me. I looked at it, and I thought, oh, cute bunnies! And then I thought, what are those bunnies doing?! I don’t think my neighbor realized what the bunnies were up to. 
Those were quite popular in the mid 1990s.
During that era, I worked with someone whose husband was a junior high teacher, and he told a story about a girl who nobody would have expected to do this, wearing a shirt to school with copulating lizards all over it. She was called to the principal’s office and told that she had to turn the shirt inside out, and why.
It gets better.
Her MOTHER had purchased that shirt for her while they were on vacation! “Hey, sweetheart, you like lizards - check out this shirt!” Oops.
BTW, Coca-Cola jeans really were a thing. I didn’t remember seeing them either.
For those of us (like me until a minute ago) who’ve never had the pleasure of the bunny orgy coffeecup - Google Image Search.
You’d have to be working in a very uptight organization for this not to be worksafe.
Mine is the one being sold on poshmark, about 13 down in the left. The line drawing is the same on most of them, but the mugs seem to come in different form factors (!) and different colors.
And i agree that you’d have to work on a very uptight place for that link to be a problem. “It’s not work related” is more likely to be the problem than the actual image.
I saw a young man in a black T-shirt with white lettering(?) It was the handicap sign of a stick figure in a stick wheelchair. But…added was a stick figure woman on her knees in front of the chair with her head down. Was disconcerting when I figured it out.
Thanks. 
Yes, thank you! Those are the very ones. Looking at the ones shown on your link, I remember we also had the bears and penguins. There was one other I can’t recall.
My memory is playing tricks on me, too. I thought my stepmom had given my grandmother the mugs before she and my dad were married, but that can’t be true, since the earliest the mugs were available was 1979. My parents were married in the early 70s.
Must’ve been a Christmas present. But otherwise, an accurate story.
One year, when I was young, so we did Chanukah gifts-- one a piece, because “CHANUKAH ISN’T CHRISTMAS” (until my son was born, and my mother started dropping $5-600 on gifts for him every winter), my mother got my father a kit for making a birdfeeder, because she wanted a birdfeeder, and my father got my mother a (recently invented new in stores, and hugely cool) pocket calculator, because he wanted one.
What was funny, and completely predictable, was that my mother got very mad about it, and yelled at him for giving a terrible gift.
He built the birdfeeder anyway. I helped. Well, I was 8. I “helped.”
I recently gave my sister a humor book with quips by feminists. It reminded me of sister’s sometime temperament when someone talks down to her. I didn’t imagine my nephew could recite some to my right wing relatives. Still my sister liked the book so the gift didn’t totally fail but I should watch what I give.
Naah. Anything that pisses off right wing relatives is a good thing.
I have have a regular lunch spot that serves sushi burritos and poke bowls. The manager often gives me discounts, or even free food because I eat there 3-4 times per week.
After they got their liquor license, he gave me a bottle of saki. I’ve been sober for almost 3 years.
Of course, he didn’t know that, so I thanked him and let him know that I don’t drink.
I’m not sober but I don’t drink and have never been a drinker which means I don’t know shit about alcoholic beverages. I love it when someone gives me a bottle of wine because I can bring it as a gift when I’m invited to a house party.
I’m a beer drinker as is my Wife. Wine and mixed drinks once in a while. Having the neighbors over for dinner they would bring a couple bottles of wine. We would drink one and re-gift the other one back to them, which in turn they would re-gift it to us. It became a running gag.
I’m not a drinker any more for health reasons, but I did have a split of Proseco with my birthday dinner this Thursday.
A total failure, years ago, on my part:
A friend of mine invited me to a potluck, last minute. I brought a bottle of wine.
When we got there and I handed it over, I got a very funny look and the wine disappeared immediately – probably down the drain, though I didn’t see that. The potluck was at the kind of Baptist church that opposes any use of alcohol.
I was rather annoyed at the friend for not telling me that, especially since we went over together and he should have seen what I was bringing.
Maybe they used it for Communion.
That’s Catholics. This particular sort of Baptists wouldn’t have used it for anything.
I can think of two, easily.
One year, whenever I asked my husband what he wanted for Christmas he would always say “a puppy.” Joke.
So, I got him a puppy. He was aghast. But, not to worry, I really got it for myself.
The second one: about the time I was trying to break into getting my fiction published, my dad gave me a collection of up and coming short story writers, titled “Twenty Under Thirty”. I’m sure my dad wasn’t aware that I’d just turned 32.
A friend bought my one of these:
I cut the sleeves off of it and wore it to they gym. It was always good for a laugh.
Rev. Lovejoy: “You might as well ask me to do a voodoo dance!”